(Intro)
Yo, it's J $OUL (you know it)
Let's take em back, yo
[Hook x2]
Kick back, sit back
It's my shot, know I won't miss that
They stealing flows, Ima need my sh** back
It's real rap (aye), it's real rap (aye)
[Verse 1: J $OUL]
I'm a product of the 90s, crackin' like I'm the 80s
At the top where you find me, I see you, I know you hating
Heating up like cajun, I'm f**in' off, masturbation
The real is back, I'm sorry to keep you waiting
This my reign, this the proof of condensation
If money ain't on the table, I'm ending the conversation
n***as been stealing flows, I'm seeking the compensation
Witty my woes, we probably could con the nation
But, that ain't on the agenda, you n***as must've forgotten
I'm diagnosing dementia, your brains is f**ing rotten
We kicking like master splinter, never be taking Ls
My circle is filled with winners, n***as just gon' be n***as
They supper they chicken dinner, my story is far from finished
Got no time for the gimmicks, my pen is the penicillin
My lyrics could make a healin', better yet make a k**in'
n***as paraplegics, I promise they still gon' feel him
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: J $OUL]
Boom boom in a batty bwoy head
I got no respect, leave that chi chi man fa dead
No man cyan curse, who God done blessed
But I done cursed, and God I'm blessed
Came into this earth, and he leaving on a stretch
It's a first 48, I got k**ers in the next
Studio apartment, my mind complex
Your circle filled with squares, and my vision convex
n***a read between the lines, you don't get the context?
And we taking over, this my conquest
I had n***as on my side tryna hit my hoe ex
Do it on the slide tryna get your dick wet
I could put you down, have my dick all in your breath
Said I got no respect, leave that chi chi man fa dead
Shower him with lead, leave that bullet in his head
You ain't bout your bread, so I'm robbing you instead
[Hook x2]
(Outro)
Real rap. (Hahaha) J $OUL
IT'S A RAP!